Ep 0.5 - Texas/Cleaver's Ship - "Drive" [Closed]
Feb 29, 2012 1:32:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 1:32:54 GMT -5
Her little escape shuttle had become her safe-haven on days she had either completed or gotten ahead of her work. What with Cleaver house-hunting and all it left her almost… lonely. It would be something she'd be hard pressed to admit, but in the privacy of her own thoughts she could. Less than a couple months and she had already become attached to her roommates more than she had most humans in her life time… even the psychotic ones.
The ship felt far less lonely from her pod, still much larger to her by comparison despite human modifications, but much smaller than the rest of the ship. And the perfect place to dig. Set up near the pod's own console was her own gear, most of it old shells gutted with her own recipe of new hardware, stacked in a semi-circle around a chair batted with cushions and dirty laundry. Inhaling deeply she pulled back from the main keyboard, resting her chin on a knee.
Three screens. Two were open with hacked photographs, databases and video, the other filled with a blank, black screen and green text. Lines moved now and then, a conversation being carried on.
>> Do you know anything about it? |
She stared at the text, awaiting anxiously a reply she felt in the pit of her stomach wouldn't bring her any answers. It was an exciting anxiousness.
'This is the best part.' She thought quietly. It was the hardest part. Like crawling through sludge up to your waist with fifty pound weights… it was the problem solving. The puzzle. There were so many loose ends she felt her head beginning to throb, but she couldn't help but grin. Loose ends… but she nearly had a grip on all of them.
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>>> I know something about this.
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"What the?!-- FUCK!" Crash!
Sounds. Disturbing sounds. Mind scarring, brain numbing, inappropriate sounds blasting over her loud speakers and across her monitor. "You perverted jackass!" The worst part, as her fingers flew across the keyboard, keeping her eyes carefully aimed AWAY from the monitors, was that whoever it was turned it into an elementary virus. Nothing special-- more for fun, but it would take time. And that's not what one wanted to do when faced with three screenfuls of awkward and oh-god-where-is-Cleaver.
The ship felt far less lonely from her pod, still much larger to her by comparison despite human modifications, but much smaller than the rest of the ship. And the perfect place to dig. Set up near the pod's own console was her own gear, most of it old shells gutted with her own recipe of new hardware, stacked in a semi-circle around a chair batted with cushions and dirty laundry. Inhaling deeply she pulled back from the main keyboard, resting her chin on a knee.
Three screens. Two were open with hacked photographs, databases and video, the other filled with a blank, black screen and green text. Lines moved now and then, a conversation being carried on.
>> Do you know anything about it? |
She stared at the text, awaiting anxiously a reply she felt in the pit of her stomach wouldn't bring her any answers. It was an exciting anxiousness.
'This is the best part.' She thought quietly. It was the hardest part. Like crawling through sludge up to your waist with fifty pound weights… it was the problem solving. The puzzle. There were so many loose ends she felt her head beginning to throb, but she couldn't help but grin. Loose ends… but she nearly had a grip on all of them.
_
>>> I know something about this.
_ -----------------
"What the?!-- FUCK!" Crash!
Sounds. Disturbing sounds. Mind scarring, brain numbing, inappropriate sounds blasting over her loud speakers and across her monitor. "You perverted jackass!" The worst part, as her fingers flew across the keyboard, keeping her eyes carefully aimed AWAY from the monitors, was that whoever it was turned it into an elementary virus. Nothing special-- more for fun, but it would take time. And that's not what one wanted to do when faced with three screenfuls of awkward and oh-god-where-is-Cleaver.